Habit-forming (#355)

The electrician had stayed late to do some wiring at my father-in-law’s house—I mean, at our house—so hard to think of the “white house” as “ours” after so many years of visiting my in-laws there.

Old habits do die hard.
Indeed: Today at 2.30pm Charlie, who does not yet know how to tell time, knew—by “habit”?—that it was time for school to be over. But his new school day ends at 3pm and Charlie’s great third day ended with him getting upset. Still, he came off the bus with that open, peaceful face.

Charlie did not fall asleep till past 10.30pm last night—-the electrician was determined to finish the job—-I was sitting on an old sofa bed in the dark, Charlie lying with his blue blanket and Party Stitch on the big bed.

BANG.

“Noise!” said Charlie, and I could tell he was smiling in the dark.

First time he has ever said that word—-connected that word to those loud sounds—and all on his own.

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Im sorry its me again. But I just realized your have a higher education than the idiot who saw my son just recently. You should consider going into child dev. and seeing parents whos kids are one the spectrum.